New, fresh off of Cybertron. That’s what your first impression is. The new one.

Young, earning the title “war forged” from some of the other Autobots, you were determined to make a name for yourself. Something other than newbie. Something other than being inexperienced

So you went after Starscream.

The logic was sound. He’d been a pain for G.H.O.S.T, (and you supposed that’s where your loyalties lay after finding out the war was over) and had caused pain, suffering and havoc back on Cybertron.

You were expecting a fight like the ones you’ve fought before. Giving your all just to barely scrape yourself off of the ruined city grounds. Instead Starscream had detonated an EMP Device that sent you into immediate stasis lock.

He’d kept you captive now, making a dramatic entrance and now preparing to taunt you.